At One With the Ocean

I'm going to build a boat. It doesn't have to be large – just enough for one, comfortably. And when it's done, I will set sail, taking with me a heart full of love and a head full of dreams. Tears by the million for no one to see. The ocean will take those tears, and as they mingle with the salty brine, I will be one with the ocean. I will have my bag of tricks, as well. A million kisses, one for one, with the tears, for I have kissed you a million times, or more. And my broken heart, edges worn now, no longer jagged or sharp, but dulled by time -- still broken. As I dump my kisses and broken heart, I am one with the ocean. The ocean accepts all with emotion in its endless expanse. Last, but not least, my soul. I won't say I can throw it, or even drop it over the side. The balls of light, colors surreal, dance in my hands, encircling me, warm and gentle, dream-like, and I realize I can't let it go. It must remain in my bag of tricks at least for another day.